Tag: callings winds

Here’s the 9th poem, for the 9th day! I take inspiration here from Osa, (Oh- sah) the odu in Yoruban divination that is about change, transformation and — travel. Any way, I’m playing with that here. Enjoy!

Osa is 9 — Max Wolf Valerio

Osa is movement, 9 heads of the hydra

brooding just beneath water puncturing the surface

of the vast ocean in bursts

wild wire columns of hurricane winds

lifting up into the atmosphere poised

in rankling sheets of air

Osa transforms Nine is nine columns of wind

Up right and then, tilting

hurtling toward the creation of

ten

ten holds two places

one is full and another signifies

emptiness or completion the awesome possibility of zero

an infinite multiplication of mad ruffling numerals stilts on fire lightning ahead of the calling winds

atomic and scorching to white dust

rending of cloth and high-pitched howls tornado amplification

O-sah transformation in a cacophony of voices speaking

inside cemeteries the boss lady of the graveyard listening and calling out anonymous in a crowd unseen yet felt from a distance